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A few weeks ago, an idea popped into my head. No. Not an idea. A name. I liked it. It was kind of cute. I scribbled some ideas and put it aside for a rainy day.  I had Finn. I had Kenzi.  I didn’t need someone else right now.  Later. Definitely later.

Later turned out to be yesterday.

This is how I  suddenly ditched Finn and Kenzi and started writing about Death.   True conversation between Death and I. I couldn’t make this up.

Grim: Hi. Remember me? I kind of want to talk to you. Got time?
Me: No. I’m terribly busy. I told you this weeks ago. I jotted your name down and I said I’d get back to you.
Grim: Yeah. About that. I appreciate the whole jot-down, but I’ve some things I’d like to share. I’d like it if we could talk.
Me: Seriously busy over here.  I’ve gutted my angels and working on putting them back together. Plots and time lines and outlines and lots of music and coffee. I have that other story, too. The one I plan to write to relax me.
Grim: That could be my story.
Me: I don’t mean to sound rude, but you don’t relax me. My relaxing story isn’t supernatural. It’s just about a girl and her personal demons.
Grim: I understand personal demons. Believe me. I’ll be good for you. I promise.
Me: No.
Grim: I’ll bring lots of music and endless supply of coffee. I promise you won’t regret me.
Me: Okay. Give me something. Not saying I’m taking you on, just saying I’ll think about it.
Grim: Here you go.  *scribbles the beginning of a scene*
Me: Dagnabbit! What about Finn?
Grim: Who?
Me: Never mind. Okay. When do we start?

*Originally published on January 4th, 2010